Maria awoke and climbed out of bed with as much energy she could conjure after the long night out with Marie. She smiled as the memories of the night came back to her. She could only remember the early part of the evening, but for the most part she can only remember taking more and more glasses of who-knows-what from the servants that always seemed to accompany both of them around the great ballroom.
She hurried, and with the help of a servant who entered her chambers as she was trying to tighten her corset, she was able to be at the door of her best friend, Queen Marie Antoinette. As she walked in Marie was just finishing having her hair piled into a mess of curls against her head.
"Ah! My darling Maria, and how is the former Princess of Lamballe on this fine morning." Marie's voice was a little too excited for Maria this morning, and it made her head start to pound.
"I'm afraid that I may have consumed just a few to many drinks last evening." As she spoke she effortlessly floated down into the couch across from where the Queen was sitting.
"I can tell. You're hair looks hideous." Her sweet laugh was making her head pound even worse, but she knew it would be best to not say anything.
"Well you're welcome to fix it!" Maria tried to make her voice just as giddy as Marie's and she felt that she was doing a good job, because instantly Marie stood and almost ran over to her.
"You know how much I love to do hair! Especially yours, it's so n ice to work with hair that isn't a blinding shade of blonde." And with that she went to work, spending at least a half hour working Marie's curled into something beautiful.
"There's another party tonight that I'm attending. Well I should say we because of course you're coming too!" The thought of another party sounded dreadful to Marie, but she knew that she would have no other choice. She had made too many promises to too many people to try to keep Maria as happy as possible, for the sake of the French people.
"Of course I'll come! What kind of party would it be with out Maria and Marie?" She laughed, but it was forced. She just hope that Marie couldn't tell. Luckily she didn't, well at least she didn't say so if she did.
Maria and Marie often joked about how similar they were. They almost shared a name and acted exactly alike. Only Maria didn't actually like the way the she had to act to be with the Queen. After her marriage with Louis Alexandre, the Prince of Lamballe, had failed she had been lucky enough to become the confidante to Marie Antoinette. She wasn't about to move down another level in the social classes just because she couldn't handle the Austrian-French Queen.
Much of the day was just like every other. Both of the girls went to a French lesson where Marie was supposed to expand her knowledge of the french language even further, while Maria just sat in the room. Instead Marie spent most of the time flirting with the instructor just like she did for every other lesson that she was supposed to go to.
Maria also had to sit beside Marie at lunch, where they dined with the King. Marie could never get used to how awkward it was whenever the King and Queen dined together. Marie was such a free-spirit, laughing and joking about anything and everything she could. The King was the opposite, he kept to himself, and barely said two words during most of the lunch.
The party that the Queen dragged Maria to was worse then the one the night before. Before it started the Queen had been complaining about how poorly her husband was treating her. She was pained, and Maria could tell. The downfall of the Queen was how she dealt with the pain. She drank until she could barely stand on her own, then made Maria drink just as much while she hung on her for support. Needless to say Maria woke up with another pounding headache. Which was becoming more usual for her, but also more annoying.
She hurried, and with the help of a servant who entered her chambers as she was trying to tighten her corset, she was able to be at the door of her best friend, Queen Marie Antoinette. As she walked in Marie was just finishing having her hair piled into a mess of curls against her head.
"Ah! My darling Maria, and how is the former Princess of Lamballe on this fine morning." Marie's voice was a little too excited for Maria this morning, and it made her head start to pound.
"I'm afraid that I may have consumed just a few to many drinks last evening." As she spoke she effortlessly floated down into the couch across from where the Queen was sitting.
"I can tell. You're hair looks hideous." Her sweet laugh was making her head pound even worse, but she knew it would be best to not say anything.
"Well you're welcome to fix it!" Maria tried to make her voice just as giddy as Marie's and she felt that she was doing a good job, because instantly Marie stood and almost ran over to her.
"You know how much I love to do hair! Especially yours, it's so n ice to work with hair that isn't a blinding shade of blonde." And with that she went to work, spending at least a half hour working Marie's curled into something beautiful.
"There's another party tonight that I'm attending. Well I should say we because of course you're coming too!" The thought of another party sounded dreadful to Marie, but she knew that she would have no other choice. She had made too many promises to too many people to try to keep Maria as happy as possible, for the sake of the French people.
"Of course I'll come! What kind of party would it be with out Maria and Marie?" She laughed, but it was forced. She just hope that Marie couldn't tell. Luckily she didn't, well at least she didn't say so if she did.
Maria and Marie often joked about how similar they were. They almost shared a name and acted exactly alike. Only Maria didn't actually like the way the she had to act to be with the Queen. After her marriage with Louis Alexandre, the Prince of Lamballe, had failed she had been lucky enough to become the confidante to Marie Antoinette. She wasn't about to move down another level in the social classes just because she couldn't handle the Austrian-French Queen.
Much of the day was just like every other. Both of the girls went to a French lesson where Marie was supposed to expand her knowledge of the french language even further, while Maria just sat in the room. Instead Marie spent most of the time flirting with the instructor just like she did for every other lesson that she was supposed to go to.
Maria also had to sit beside Marie at lunch, where they dined with the King. Marie could never get used to how awkward it was whenever the King and Queen dined together. Marie was such a free-spirit, laughing and joking about anything and everything she could. The King was the opposite, he kept to himself, and barely said two words during most of the lunch.
The party that the Queen dragged Maria to was worse then the one the night before. Before it started the Queen had been complaining about how poorly her husband was treating her. She was pained, and Maria could tell. The downfall of the Queen was how she dealt with the pain. She drank until she could barely stand on her own, then made Maria drink just as much while she hung on her for support. Needless to say Maria woke up with another pounding headache. Which was becoming more usual for her, but also more annoying.